Anticipation

It's Saturday morning and I'm waiting for the call that it's time to pick him up.  As much as I want him home again, I'm scared that this is when it's really going to hit me.  As much as I love my husband, the idea of the stump worries me.  In my mind it is not fully part of him, but some strange other.  Where I wouldn't think twice about his leg moving, as ugly as it was, the idea of the stump moving freaks me out.  I know it will move - it has to or he wouldn't be able to walk, but I'm afraid of it still.  So for me, this homecoming is a mixture of great anticipation and some fear.

 I know there will be care involved, but how much I'll have to do is still unclear to me.  Will he need me to change bandages?  Will that be done when home health comes on Monday?  How will I ever get my house ready for home health to come on Monday?